An empty canvas of thoughts comes to mind. Sooner than latter and by chance I will find; what it is I am looking for, what is it I am looking for. At some point I think I had it then lost it. Yet now that I think it about, I lost myself; between here and… damn it could be anywhere. These broken brittle bones can’t wait to turn to dust, still so much left to do and my soul has be sucked away from anything that meant something to me. Like the book of JOB left with nothing but faith, taunted by the devil in my sleep, she just can not seem to leave me be. It just might be me, as I might have incarcerated myself because of my determination. My inspiration was always inside me, anything else was nothing more than a tease. For love never said hello to me, just a little infatuation that went too far. Egos collided and pushed me away from that one thing I can not seem to remember.
Friday, October 03, 2008
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